She was wearing a very low cut blouse. Her breasts ware half exposed. I was staring at her. She pulled my hands and pressed them on her breasts. I cou...d feel her nipples. Now i also forgot that i was her son and started pressing her breasts. Mom let out a loud sigh. She removed my hand from her breasts and embraced me tightly. Her hands were moving over my back and buttocks. She pressed her groin on my dick. I was shaking. This was all new to me. Unknowingly, i started moving my hands on her. "Well, ma'am, I'm sort of asking I guess. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Two dates, a fancy dinner and then she dumps the guy?"Obviously perturbed at whom she now considered to be an idiot, Melody said, in a stronger voice, "If you had a teenage daughter, and she came home two hours past her curfew time, you would understand the concept of being grounded and prohibited from seeing a certain someone again." Uhh, yes ma'am. Now I understand. Stephanie, one final question, do you know. We can have dinner afterwards, but then I’ll have to study, so just a short walk.”“What recital?”“Chamber music. Friend of mine.”“Okay.”We talked some more, but somehow it went poorly; she seemed ill at ease and watchful. She steered the conversation twice into art, and I was too tired to say what it seemed would have satisfied her. We left after thirty minutes and when we separated, she kissed me sweetly and said, “I’ll try to be nicer tomorrow.” We met the next day at 3:30 and took our seats. When I reached down, I discovered she was already completely wet. She ran her hand lovingly over my cheek then said, "Do it. Please. Make me come."I slid down between her legs. Melissa's delightful little pussy was glistening in the candlelight, ready to accept anything I want to do to her.Then I felt the bed shift and beautiful, naked blonde-headed Susan was right beside me. I was so enraptured with Melissa I'd forgotten she was still here. Susan looked up at Melissa, and then looked at.